♠At the edge of the Darkenwoods, there was a small structure of what seemed to be an old house or hut, one room, mainly built of stone and wood. Two of the walls were missing, as was most of the roof, so that now it was just used as a structure to keep oneself dry during rainfall, or at least try. It was here that the fearful Dark Elf stood, attempting to keep out of sight, yet needing to be escorted through the winding paths of the Darkenwoods (Insert spooky sound). He dared not travel alone, without protection...and thus he waited. Waited, shivering, for the escort that was promised by...well, that doesn't matter.♠

Teleportal transportation must have been near instantaneous, because to Arren it was like passing through the threshold of a doorway and into a different room. One second he was at the Grand Teleportal and in the very next instant, he was stepping out into a shabby hut with missing walls and a poorly kept roof.

It took him a second to get his bearings and collect the contents of his stomach, or lack there of. It was certainly a weird form of transportation that he would have to get used to using, if it was the norm. Arren much preferred to hoof it or travel by animal back.

"You must be the mark." Arren said, once he collected himself, tapping the shoulder of the Dark Elf he'd appeared behind. If the Dark Elves at the Teleportal didn't look like much to Arren, then this guy didn't really look like anything at all, comparatively so. "Hm. Figured it would be a woman to needed an escort."

♠At the sound of Arren's voice, the dark elf would jump into the air in fright, nearly hitting his head on the moldy roof of the shelter, though not letting out a peep of noise, strangely. He turned after his startled motion, letting out a few dark curses in dark elvish under his breath, enough to make the shadows from the shelter look a little more ominous. He stood staring at Arren with eyes as dark as night, hands moving in nervous gestures over themselves, as he looked the giant up and down.♠

"Yes...and the object of this game is to escort me safely to the other side of the Darkenwoods...you won't get paid if you scare me to death...."

♠The dark elf trailed off in his squeaky voice, continuing to mutter under his breath as he started off towards the path that cut a snaking path through the Darkenwoods. Once at the edge, he would turn slightly to see if Arren was following him.♠

"That is...if you are my escort?"

♠The elf asked, his eyebrow up in curiosity, as it suddenly hit him this could not be the one he was waiting for.♠